“It’s too expensive.” My feelings for him grow by the second, expanding like a balloon. “Pippa.” His voice is firm, leaving no wiggle room. “I’d buy you every guitar in the city if I thought you’d let me.” Shit. This guy’s going to break my goddamned heart. When I finally look at him, his expression is so proud, and I know he’s telling the truth about buying every guitar he could. Shit.
